No Love Allowed.

An Insight.

Rakim's P.O.V

His name was Jaxon Dean. He had me fooled, I admit. He started off with absolutely nothing, and went through a lot of struggles including the loss of his mother, something I'd know. I struggled during the loss of my own mother, she was really the only person I gave a shit about in this cruel place we live in. When she died I lost it, I felt alone and it took awhile for me to get back onto my feet. Look at me now, you'd never think I started off just like him,

with absolutely nothing.

I helped Jaxon. Mainly because I didn't want him to go through the struggles I did. I Invited him in my home, basically showed him around the streets and treated him like a brother. But this is what happens when you become a soft nigga, people take advantage and use you.
Him betraying me don't mean shit to me, I'm used to it, real niggas rarely exist anyways. It's the fact that I invited him into my home and groomed him to become what he is now, and he has the nerve to steal from me? Hell nah. Shit don't work that way, not in my world.

Which is why I'm ending his.

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Jaxon's P.O.V

I could see it in her eyes, there was something off about her. Maybe it was the way she couldn't hold a gaze longer than 5 seconds. Or the way she hated opening up, answering questions about her past life in Barbados. I quickly brushed it off and came to conclusion she was just a closed off person, and it'd take a while for her to open up to me. Which was something I was willing to wait for.

I wondered myself exactly why I was fond of someone I barely knew. She wasn't only breath-taking physically, but something told me there was more to her than meets the eye.

"Holy shit it's cold out." She mumbled as the wind continued to coarse throughout the busy streets. "And on top of that, I'm tired. This tour thing sure is taking longer than expected, all were doing is walking.. and more walking."

I chuckled as I shook my head, inching closer to her as I wrapped an arm around her shoulder and leaned towards her ear. "We could do less walking and more talking, if you lost the attitude."  She leaned her head back slightly and laughed in response as she shook her head. "Mhm, I'll work on it."

We walked a few more blocks and soon my apartment building was only meters away from reach, It was getting late and getting home for Rihanna would probably take longer than expected. Who knows, I could probably get me a lil something something tonight too, if I played my cards right of course.

"Jax, where are we going?" She questioned for the first time.

"Mines." I replied as we reached the steps to the front lobby.

"So I get a tour of Harlem, and your place? Neat. Sorta like a two in one special." She replied playfully as a smirk made it's way on her lips.

  I was partiatially suprised by her response, expecting her to maybe have a go at me or something. But she did otherwise, this girl was full of suprises.

We walked up the steps, and I reached the door opening it for her to enter. "Baddies first." I said as my eyes gazed up and her figure, biting my lower lip.

Her cheeks tinted slightly as she raised her hand and giggled. "Boy, please." Was all she said before she made her way inside,as I followed up behind her. She continued walking to the receptionist and I raised a brow as I quickly snaked a hand on around waist, stopping her in her tracks. "Wrong way." I said as I turned her around and lead her up the stairs to the main rooms on the first floor. My grip tightened around her waist, and I felt this sense of having to protect her. "You're a bit hands on, aren't you?" She questioned as we finally reached my front door, unlocking it and opening it. "You could say that, or you could say I can't resist you."

"Who could though?" She fired back as she slowly walked in, checking her surroundings. Her eyes wondered at my various pantings, then photographs of me and my boys, until soon enough she was wondering around looking at everything and anything.
"What a place you've got here." She said as she nodded at her surroundings and turned back to face me just after I shut the door. "Thank you, I take my time when it comes to decorating."

She raised a brow and began laughing softly, then slightly hysterical as she brought a hand to cover her mouth.

"The fück's funny?" I asked in confusion and slight annoyance as she continued to laugh.

She fanned her face and wiped a fake tear as she looked over at me. "S-sorry it's just.. you got me for a second.." She said as she seemed to try her best not to bust into another hysterical.

"Decorating. What nigga decorates? Are you some female?"

I pulsed my lips into a firm straight line as I continued to stare at her. "It's the only thing that reminds me of my mother. She always loved to decorate and customize around the house." As the words left my lips her smirk instantly disappeared as she continued to listen.

"I lost her about a year ago, so, I try to do all I can to remind myself of her."